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A peek into Gabby's life:

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Can You Keep a Secret?

By: Breathe Forever

Chapter 1: That Cliché Morning

Yawn. It's a nice day, pregnant birds are chirping annoyingly and...this cliché morning train of thought is really gay.

I stretch out lazily, not finding the energy in me to get up off my lazy ass and shut off the alarm that's bound to go off any second. A drill sergeant in the U.S. army isn't really scary in the morning.

Ahhh - this is nice... I found the perfect space to fall asleep in. Not too warm, not too cold.

Just... right...

"GET UP OFF YO LAZY ASS AND START SMELLIN' THE ROSES!" The alarm yelled, with a man that sounded suspiciously like Jackie Gleason.

FUUUUCCCKKKK.

"They need to be cut anyway..."

Ok - I'm not really sure who added that last line in there, but it's even gayer than my daily cliché morning epiphany.

Whatever, it's not like I care anyway-

BAM!

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

And in came my Mom, crawling on the floor like a motherfucker that had too many pills. She squinted green eyes at my dresser, as if her roommate John had come back to life or some shit.

I narrowed my hazel hues at her. "What the HELL-"

She put up her hand. "Shhh."

"Are you-"

"Shhhhh."

"Doing?"

"Shhhhh."

A moment of silence passed.

"Shhh."

"What the fuck, I'm not even talking."

"It's John. He's alive!" She whispered. SEE? WHAT DID I TELL YOU?

Whipping out a flashlight from God-knows-where, she beamed it down on the wooden shelves, in a (apparently) harsh way.

"Mom. It's morning." I sweatdropped. "It won't do shit."

"It's not morning." she rebutted."It's the afternoon."

"WHAT?! AHHHHHHHHH!" I screeched, glancing at the alarm clock. WAIT... NO IT ISN'T!

Auburn hair flying, I glared at Mom, who was currently making a sound suspiciously between a choke and a laugh. "You BITCH! Scaring me like that... GODDAMMIT, they should have your ass ARRESTED."

"It already happened 5 times," she replied.

A lone breeze blew outside.

I sighed. "And...?"

"And what?"

"Aren't you supposed to say,'And it isn't happening again?'"

"No," Mom answered. "Why would I lie?"

"BUT YOU-MOTHER!" I spat incoherently.

"Huh? What'd you say?"

I groaned impatiently. "Never mind. I'm getting some goddamn Lucky Charms."

I threw my legs around the side of my (creaky ass) bed, and hauled myself up to start the day.

"By the way, Evalin stopped by." Mom called.

I yawned. "Really?" I half-sleepwalked to the alabaster door that lead to my room. I had splattered it with paint in my random self-indugent moments, completely missing the fact that my hands were slathered with paint and I was hand-printing the door the old-fashioned way. You know... like when you were freakin' 2.

"You better believe it, bitch."

Twirling my head around so fast I almost got a headrush, I realized that Evalin was standing, like, 3 feet away from me with a pissy expression.

I crushed my hand to my rapidly beating heart. "Fuckin' hell. Don't scare me like that."

She swatted her hand at my comment. "Whatever. At least I'm not like Stephanie."

"Oh yeah, that bitch."

I padded my way to the kitchen, glancing at my raven-haired friend. "Anyway, want some Lucky Charms?"

"Depends. You have milk?"

"Do I have milk - Cereal is fucking concrete without milk. Milk is... like... a way of life."

"Mhmmm."

She sat down in the chair that I forgot to fix... and learned the hard way. The chair gave out and she ended up with her ass on the floor. Ouch.

She huffed. "You STILL didn't fix this stupid chair." It was a weird combination of a question and a statement. Hmmm.

"Nope. Couldn't find the tape."

She raised an eyebrow. "What? Ok- First of all 1) You don't use tape to fix a ROCK HARD chair. It's for paper."

"M-hmmm." I hummed distractedly as I opened up a chestnut cabinet. Where was the Lucky Charms? I could've sworn they were by the Honey Bunches...

"And 2) it's in the drawer."

"Mmmm-hm - Wait." I peeked over the side of the connected slab. "Which drawer?"

Evalin stared umber eyes to the one right beside the fridge. Curious to see if she was right, I sauntered over to the compartment and opened it.

Oh... would'ja look at that... tape... right next to my second favorite place in the house...

"Damn, girl." I said. "You know everything."

She just shrugged. "Hand me the Lucky Charms, will you?"

"Where -"

She pointed to the big, bright red box on the other side of the table.

Inevitably, a BANG sounded down the hall, followed by a,"...DAMMIT!"

Evalin looked around. "The hell?"

I shook my head. "Fuckin' Mom. Killin' off the last of her brain cells."

Her mouth formed a silent ,"o".

I tossed her the Lucky Charms as I opened the refrigerator.

"Only you would throw a box of cereal." She shook her head.

"Damn straight. Now chuck me the bowl."

So the bitch throws it at my head.

To tell you the truth, the hit hurt like a motherfucker and was probably going to leave a bump the size of Mt. Everest. "Oww, fuuck, man. You throw harder than my Mom."

"And she throws hard?"

I suddenly remembered the time Mom punched a bus stop sign in a fit of anger.

And made it go a foot to the right.

I shivered. "Do NOT even ask that question."

I glanced at the clanging metal bowl on the ground. Another one joined in as Evalin pushed it against the porcelain floor, reaching my feet.

My nose wrinkled. "You better pick out new bowls... I don't even know what type of shit could be on these floors."

She immediately got up off the ground. "Ewwwww..."

I giggled. "Bitch, you can't tell me you weren't expecting it. Mom brings home a new guy every week."

Her face contorted. "HO. LY. SHIT."

I smiled. "Not really, but it's nice playing a joke once in a while. Now hand me the bowls, woman!"

She sighed while handing me the two new dishes. I collected the ones by my barefeet and dumped them in my sink.

Out of habit, I casually smoothed out the wrinkles in my carnation-colored pajamas, still pissed at Mom for buying something with pink in it. After all, what self-respecting girl wears pink? I mean, except for hot pink. That's an exception. Hot pink is hot. But I like blue better. Yeah, Navy blue. Navy blue is so beautiful and mysterious.

I exhaled sharply. I need to get a fucking life. Or at least a boyfriend.

Ah, I don't need one. I have my artistic talent to make my own world.

Ohhh, I can just imagine it. A gorgeous guy with snowy white hair like on Anime. He'd be badass and wear a long ass fucking trench coat-

"GODDAMMIT, DEV!" A hand waved frantically in front of my face.

"HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT'S HOLY!"

She sweatdropped. "You said,"holy" twice."

"SHUT UP, BITCH!"

I spun on my heels only to find out that our breakfast had been made.

"That's right, motherfucker. I made it myself." Evalin stuck up her nose much like a prissy girl from England.

"You don't know how to use the word,'mofo.'"

"Bitch, it's AMERICA, I can use the damn word however I FUCKING want."

I sucked in air through my teeth. "Touché, Mademoiselle."

"Dude... faiiillllll."

"Whatever."

I handed her her bowl of cereal as she made herself comfy on the cold porcelain. I tucked my knees under me as I started to devour the Lucky Charms.

GODDAMN, three meals a day IS NOT ENOUGH!

Silently munching away on our food, we hear my Mother stroll into the living room. The sound of a body falling on a soft cushion was heard with the click of a T. V. remote. Tzz. Static.

"-ports of several missing children along with the mysterious increase of locally commited crimes."

Mom gasped. Tch, figures. That's so... MOM.

"Murders have been filed at insane amounts and even visiting psychics say they detect the rise of misfortune. Reporter Josh has the scoop."

Evalin sends a look in my direction as I dump the contents of our meal in the sink. I shrug. If she wants to scar her fucking life, let her scar her life.

She disappears to join my Mom.

"Well, Melissa, here at St. Lancaster Church, there have been recent Ghost Sightings."

Ok. NOW they have my undivided attention. "Ghosts?!" I bolt to sit by my friend. "WHERE?!"

"People have been pressing more and more charges on neighbors, thinking that they are the ,'monsters' that lurk in the shadows. Here's footage."

A bad quality camera recorded the slightly fizzing video, so (obviously) it must be real. A dark shadow was spotted in the corner of the film. It got closer... and closer... and closer, until it's face obscured the screen.

White eyes.

Fangs.

The camera went black.

"That must've been quite a scare for the person who had installed the hidden camera-"

Static. CLICK.

A deadly moment of quiet breathing past, everyone too scared to catch their breath.

So, as the optimist, I tried to rid the tension.

"You've got to be shitting me."

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Breathe Forever